The Zweihander crashed upon the ground where Milo used to be standing a mere second ago, and following this motion, a spray of black blood emerged from the zone of impact, stretching tendril-like limbs trying to grapple onto the living, it managed to latch onto his forearm, but was immediately expelled as a pulse of gold was created, sending the vile substance where it belonged, straight to hell.
But my moving back, he exposed his back to more undeads, and without any wait, a long, slender blade slammed right into his back, the razor sharp edge failing to draw blood despite the direct hit, but was followed by a burst of black flames, of Loimosfire to be exact, and that blaze was a nasty one that even his golden defences did not seem all-mighty in front of.
